My beloved Grandma died yesterday.
She has been a rock in my life, and has been there for everything that ever happened, good and bad. I lived with her at times, as a child and as an adult-she was more like a mom than a grandma. My best friend, my ally, my mentor.
She came to live at the nursing home where I work 2 yrs ago. I saw her everyday, but weekends (hard to go in and visit-the residents want me to work on their issues whenever I'm there!), and called her every night.
I was kind of hard on her at times; pushing her to eat, to walk, to go out to activities. She preferred to stay in bed. She got so weak, and with congestive heart failure and kidney failure, she got to the point where she couldn't get up anymore.
My mom, sister and I stayed with her Friday, Saturday, Sunday and most of Monday. My sister and I were there alone and when I went out to smoke (shame on me), she died. I wasn't even out of the facility yet. I wanted to be with her, just like she was with me all of my life.
I hurt so much, I feel like part of me is missing. I feel so alone, and I know I'm not, but I feel that way. I have my mom, but was never as close to her as I was to Gram. My sister wasn't as close to Gram. My husband and my kids knew her more when she was sick and I just want to tell them all about her, but I can't get the words out.
I just hope she knew, when I was pushing her to eat and walk, it was because I loved her so much...I didn't want her to get so sick and die, even though I knew she would eventually.
Thanks for being the kind of place that I can post this and try to process the change that has come in my life.
She has been a rock in my life, and has been there for everything that ever happened, good and bad. I lived with her at times, as a child and as an adult-she was more like a mom than a grandma. My best friend, my ally, my mentor.
She came to live at the nursing home where I work 2 yrs ago. I saw her everyday, but weekends (hard to go in and visit-the residents want me to work on their issues whenever I'm there!), and called her every night.
I was kind of hard on her at times; pushing her to eat, to walk, to go out to activities. She preferred to stay in bed. She got so weak, and with congestive heart failure and kidney failure, she got to the point where she couldn't get up anymore.
My mom, sister and I stayed with her Friday, Saturday, Sunday and most of Monday. My sister and I were there alone and when I went out to smoke (shame on me), she died. I wasn't even out of the facility yet. I wanted to be with her, just like she was with me all of my life.
I hurt so much, I feel like part of me is missing. I feel so alone, and I know I'm not, but I feel that way. I have my mom, but was never as close to her as I was to Gram. My sister wasn't as close to Gram. My husband and my kids knew her more when she was sick and I just want to tell them all about her, but I can't get the words out.
I just hope she knew, when I was pushing her to eat and walk, it was because I loved her so much...I didn't want her to get so sick and die, even though I knew she would eventually.
Thanks for being the kind of place that I can post this and try to process the change that has come in my life.
